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I was in the military, and there was a blood drive on post one day. I've donated before, and will do it again... but I don't like needles.
There was a long row of tables: Nurses on one side, donors on the other. I put my arm out, but looked away... I do NOT like seeing the needle in my arm. I waited.
However, soon I heard somebody hollering. "Owwww, owww oWWWW, OOOOWWWWW!!!!"... whining like a little girl.
I smugly thought to myself, "Well, at least there's SOMEBODY else in here who's a bigger pansy than me!"
The hollering continued, until some NCO whacked me over the head. "What the hell are you doing, private?!?"
I then determined that the person screaming and hollering was the nurse who was drawing my blood... I was squeezing her hand, and so intensely (due to my dislike of needles!) that it was crushing her hand, causing her a lot of pain.
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